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(prod. @angelsuffers x @826jaco)

Boy don’t touch them stacks sittin on the 
Counter they for show

Hunnids ain’t fugayz’ hoe they all got blue Strips that’s fasho

Had to make some plays coulnt afford to The debt of reapin all I been sown

I been goin crayz for a couple days tryna Get it on my own

I aint getting stressed boy my smoke Blessed  this a cross joint not a cone

This Khalifha kush like the burning bush 
Got me writing scriptures hella stoned

Little bitch I’m on

Ain’t falling off went ghost had to set the Tone

Had to get him gone jimmy neutron get him Blast w the 44

Everyone in my way is a stone

Watch me lay em down gotta castle to own 

Feel like Griffith I ain’t gonna fold

If I want I get it don’t do what I’m told

Brought a mink to the stu’ cause I’m cold

Took yo girl to my show seen her turn to a 
Hoe

Brought her backstage back blown

After singing her ass pass her up to the Bros

999 we tally bands
Blueprint in hand

Makin soundtracks for my money dance
Beezy free my mans

Know he coolin monthly sendin racks
Commissary stacked

Boy who you foolin yo collective wack
GreedK all facts


Forgiato bald slicks on tha tank

Drift this shit to the bank 
I’m depositing K’s

Five woods boutta face

Sippin drank w no chase
Boy I luh how it taste 

Bad bitch at the base

Makin rounds w the gang 
While we box up the place

Fuckin up Shorti lace

She was ridin too slow 
Told her pick up the pace

I was fuckin Shorti on the low
Introduced to the gang as a gift to the bros

Been a minute had to let you know
Where I’m comin from coulnt give a fuck Boutta hoe

Less she givin me checks or the neck
She can’t hang at the spot 
Kick her ass out the door

Curve a bitch I’m fuckin on my pole
Get to rubbin the clip while I spread out my Dough

Quarter zip of the shroom taught me how I Should move give a fuck if you ain’t in my Shoes 

Told my brother to move seen him reach for His tool sent a tomahawk straight through His tooth

Get him packed to some boof can’t bring That to the booth only gas what I roll that’s The truth

You were sniffing on glue I was chasin them Blues I’m a whole different breed get a clue

Everyone in my way is a stone

Watch me lay em down gotta castle to own 

Feel like Griffith I ain’t gonna fold

If I want I get it don’t do what I’m told

Brought a mink to the stu’ cause I’m cold

Took yo girl to my show seen her turn to a 
hoe

Brought her backstage back blown

After singing her ass pass her up to the Bros

Forgiato bald slicks on tha tank

Drift this shit to the bank 
I’m depositing K’s

Five woods boutta face

Sippin drank w no chase
Boy I luh how it taste 

Bad bitch at the base

Makin rounds w the gang 
While we box up the place

Fuckin up Shorti lace

She was ridin too slow 
Told her pick up the pace

AINT SHXT SWEET ( MUSIC VIDEO out @999Nesto)

real,,

FOOLI COOLI [PROD ⥋ INDIVRNT]

Pint 4 Me! / 4ONEST

You will never be a real nigga. You have no melanin, you have no opps, you have no drip. You are a headass cracka twisted by drugs and gang shit into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “homies” laugh at your ghoulish skin behind closed doors.

Hood niggas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed niggas to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tronkies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a nigga. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to hang with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he hears your chipmunk ass crakoid vocal signature.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a honky is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

FVCK PT. 2 // prod. lilac

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lyrics : 

tacking money to the ceiling 
this is just a reproduction
pull out the straps now we stealing
we cleared the lobby like no russian 

bust out the pack, now i’m high as shit
fuck that bitch, she can’t even suck a dick
now these pussy niggas wanna take a flick
catching lotta bodies, call me john wick 

nigga why tf u slow
gain up ur pace like it’s fifa 
in the back i’m doin blow 
got a cali girl from pasadena 

brought out the pole, yeah made him dance 
now i got this mouth tatted on my hand 
got a person behind me, yeah it’s a stand 
robbed all of ur shit, you just got scammed 


yeah you skinny like a twig, get ur gains up
ima pour the lean and the sprite in my double cup
hit him with the one two, now that nigga slumped
once that boy down, nigga stuff his ass in the trunk 

suck my dick ( x9 )

SMD!

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